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I Hate What Happened
8,977
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Hate What Happened was released on November 22, 2024 by Futuree as a part of the album I Hate What Happened - Single
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Release DateNovember 22, 2024
LabelFuturee
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Futuree
Futuree
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fermin Recio
Fermin Recio
Composer

Lyrics

Damn, I hate what happened to my ****
Yeah
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, that shit got me godly
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Percocets and Codeine, they look at me godly
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Whippin' up Bugattis, now I finally got it
Speakin' on exotic, I sure got it, cop it
Talkin' 'bout a plug, gotta bring up Scooter
Doin' a lotta drugs, raised a lotta shooters
Smoke ya homie up, then go hit the jeweller
Cartier's and skeleton, and I got emeralds in the cut
All my **** convicted felons, but all I got is us
I stay down 'til I got it, right now my car interior plush
I pop champagne bottles up, but all I sip is 'Tuss
I'm a street **** for eternity, I ain' changin' up
You know where I belong, bitch, so never bring it up
I got lots and lots of racks, I see no competitor
I can get a **** wacked for the price of princess cuts
Told me the champion of overdose
I continued to pour it up
La familia, Cosa Nostra, run a billion dollars up
Non-stop around the clock, ain' no way they gon' compete
If another rapper die, they gon' blame that shit on me
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Whippin' up Bugattis, now I finally got it
Speakin' on exotic, I sure got it, cop it
Talkin' 'bout a plug, gotta bring up Scooter
Doin' a lotta drugs, raised a lotta shooters
Smoke ya homie up, I was at the jeweller
We ain't gon' count it up if that shit don't make the news
Ready to score a basket
Lil' one known to up the score
Leave you stiff like a mannequin, catch ya slippin' by the store
Give 'em drugs and a address and all they know is go
I go penthouse, batshit, 'til the last floor
I keep going up, team litty, I'm the CEO
I take drugs 'til I'm intoxicated, hell on a hoe
Bust down, platinum rose gold
Give you want you want
I come through with my top off, motor in the trunk
If another rapper overdose, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Back and fourth, ain' no back and fourth
Just catch the body
Bag it up, Che-nae-naes' and Birkiees' on a barbie
Blasé in here, cars pullin' up like a party
She comatose, 'cause the ice skatin' like hockey
Rockstar, ain't gotta talk about it, **** poppin'
Promethazine, who told you try Promethazine and Molly?
If another rapper overdose, they might charge me
If another rapper overdose, they might charge me
Written by: Fermin Recio
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